Sunday, June 5, 2011

Unlived life ....

I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit. 

                                                                                  -Dawna Markova

(These beautiful words seemed meant for the description of my blog, and when I added a portion of this poem to the header, it didn't leave me room for Dawna Markova's full name.  I want to be sure that my readers know that she wrote these inspiring words.)


Midlife Roadtripper said...

Wow, a most appropriate poem for me tonight.

Fragrant Liar said...

I'm feeling rather like a peach right now. Or, wait, maybe a peach pit. No, a peach. Yeah.

Studio Zanne said... the ocean shot!

Anonymous said...

Love the photo! Oh, and the poem is well-written too!

Avis said...

Anonymous is Avis...trying to get this right! LOL!